Every place where humans gather has a distinction between high and low levels. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The same is true for the Datang Club. The difference between high and low status lies in qualifications and connections, and secondly, in strength and ability. Wei Guoguang belongs to the second type. When he came to Datang for a job with two championship certificates a few years ago, he was immediately treated as a guest of honor by the boss. As a local and a national champion, the boss gave him a top salary at the Datang Club. Because of this income, Wei Guoguang also bought a house after a few years, and finally he didn't have to live with his parents. Therefore, the interests of Datang are his interests, and the face of Datang is his face.
Fencing Hall C is on the east side, and Hall A is on the west end. Soon, Wei Guoguang pushed open the door of Hall A, followed by a large group of busybodies who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos. For these rich and idle people, there is nothing more exciting than picking a field, which adds great fun to their idle lives. Several strong security guards followed him in, all of whom were retired soldiers. In Datang, ordinary people can't make waves.
Fencing Hall C was not as chaotic as expected. There were not many people at this time. It was just that the group of people who were causing trouble had occupied three sword paths and were shouting and fighting on them. This made the manager, Lao Yang, who always claimed to be an elegant place, a little embarrassed. He stood aside, helpless.
There were about 7 or 8 people causing trouble. Most of them were 17 or 18 years old, which was the age of rebellion and trouble. It was obvious that they were just a group of rich second-generations and official second-generations looking for excitement. Seeing the large number of people coming in from outside, they were not afraid. Amid the provocative whistles, a 25 or 26-year-old young man came out. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with long arms, wearing a fencing suit and holding a helmet in his hands. It seemed that he was the so-called professional master. "My friend, Datang is open to welcome guests. Those who come are friends, and they enjoy our service. If there is anything that is not thoughtful, please feel free to point it out. However, the guests here are not just you. I don't need to say more about the rules..." Wei Guoguang's voice was not small, not only to the young man in front of him, but more importantly to the group of half-grown children.
"I am not a country bumpkin. We know the rules without you telling us. The annual card is 200,000 yuan. I am too lazy to come a few times a year. What's the big deal..." The speaker was a boy with red hair, and his companions around him laughed, "But today is the first day here, it is a special day. Datang dares to claim to be the first in Binhai, so we have to show some strength. If it is the level of those uncles just now, then it is really a bit unfair to spend 200,000..." Wei Guoguang glanced at several coaches in Hall A, including Wu Yanan who called him, who were embarrassed. There was no need to ask, it was obvious that these guys had just been dealt with. All the coaches in Datang are from professional teams, but they can't achieve results, so they retire to make a living. These uncles are not very strong to begin with, and they have been living a comfortable life and neglecting exercise in recent years. It is not surprising that they are slapped in the face.
"Xie Dongjin, friend, who are you?" The tall young man was very calm, but he didn't look arrogant like a little kid.
"Wei Guoguang, Datang fencing coach." From childhood to adulthood, he was not a talkative person. If possible, he would rather use the sword to speak.
"Friend Wei, nice to meet you. The brothers are a little naughty, don't mind." Xie Dongjin looked at the middle-aged uncle in front of him, who looked ordinary, and was a little unsure in his heart, "Can you make the decision? I heard that Datang has several coaches in Binhai who are good at fencing. Dongjin is presumptuous... I want to ask them one by one, I don't know..."
"There is no need to find them, just win." He saw clearly in his heart that the young man in front of him seemed polite, but he was actually arrogant in his bones. He said that the brothers were naughty, but he really wanted to show off in front of others and hit the reputation of Datang. Otherwise, if you want to find a master to compete, there are plenty of them in the Binhai Fencing Team. Why go to this place to find these retired athletes?
As for the reason, he was too lazy to ask. After years of life, such a small thing could not move him. "Although I can't say that I have the final say in Datang, at least my friends give me face. Let's put it this way. We make a living by our skills and strength. If I win, just pretend that this has never happened. Brothers, you should have fun and follow the rules. If I lose, your membership cards will be fully refunded, and each person will be subsidized 50,000 as an apology to you for Datang's empty reputation. Lao Yang, what do you say?"
"No problem, Coach Wei's words are Datang's words..." As the manager of the club, Lao Yang is one of the few people who know Wei Guoguang's past strength. Datang coaches come and go, and they have been replaced several times in 7 or 8 years. This Wei Guoguang is a low-key person. When he joined the company, few people knew about his national championship. Since he can't lose, he must make a good show.
"Okay, friend Wei is straightforward enough, but none of us are short of money. I'm afraid no one will take 50,000 yuan seriously. We don't need to return the membership card. We never ask for money after spending it. But if I win by chance, Datang will have to set up a table for us at Lishun tonight. Isn't that too much?" Xie Dongjin knew that Datang would never pay and bow down. What he wanted was fame. The group of young people behind him were even more excited and screamed. It would be a very face-saving thing to let Datang, the number one in Binhai, set up a banquet and admit defeat.
"Okay, you tell me the rules." Wei Guoguang was calm. In China, except for the top players in the national team, he really didn't care about others. In the past, he didn't enter the ranks of top players only because of physical reasons. In recent years, although he couldn't do a lot of exercise, he never gave up training more than ordinary people. 37 years old is the best age for men, not old yet.
"21 points, epee, no rest, machine referee." Xie Dongjin said very straightforwardly. 21 points refers to who gets 21 wins first. If the strength of the two sides is close, they may fight 30 or 40 times. No rest means giving up the rest time commonly used in international competitions and deciding the winner in one go. Machine referee means that the winner is determined by the lights on, without a referee. Xie Dongjin's suggestion is selfish. He is young, 25 or 26 years old is the prime of his physical strength. The uncle on the opposite side can't compare with him in terms of physical strength. Even if he has good skills, it doesn't matter. He will be exhausted.
"Okay." The two said no more and prepared their own equipment.
The epee, the whole sword is 110 cm long, the blade is 90 cm, the sword weighs 770 grams, and it is triangular. It is the heaviest sword among the three fencing methods. Don't underestimate this mere 1.5 jin weight. When you carry this 1.5 jin and stab with all your strength on the sword path, you keep moving forward and backward at high speed. It may take dozens of rounds of attack and defense to win a match. You need to do your best in every round, which requires a very high physical strength for athletes.
Wei Guoguang carefully warmed up beside the sword path and sighed in his heart. He originally preferred to decide the winner with 11 swords. There was no problem with his physical strength, but the problem was his heart. But since his opponent proposed a 21-sword match, he couldn't object. Although he was usually peaceful and rarely argued with others, his inner pride did not retreat with his age, but became more sharp.
The crowd around him automatically divided into two factions. The smaller group was the 7 or 8 young people. The members basically stood on the side of Wei Guoguang. After all, after a long time together, people are always willing to support those they are more familiar with, which has nothing to do with strength. He has been in the Tang Dynasty for so many years and rarely took action. It's not that he didn't want to, but that his opponent was too bad.
"Coach Wei is awesome. Show them some color and let them know that there are always people who are better than you. You must win..." Huang Xiaoya showed her orchid finger and cheered on the side.
"Bullshit, what do you mean you must win? Is there any suspense about Xiao Wei winning him? Just beat him 21:0. I, Old Zuo, believe in you. After that, let's go to Yanyunfang for a seafood feast. I'll treat you." Fatty Zuo's hoarse voice is very penetrating. Seeing his ferocious face, the young people are dissatisfied but dare not get angry. Those who can come to this place to spend money are rich, powerful and well-known people. The young people are not stupid.
The warm-up activities ended quickly, and the two sides went to the 6th kendo. This is the only kendo in Hall A equipped with a professional automatic referee system for top international official competitions. There are not so many rules for private competitions. The first time the lights are turned on is the standard. The time difference is within one-fourth of a second, which is considered a draw. With so many eyes watching, no one can cheat.